Moving Along

Things are looking better. I'm feeling better, I'm writing better. Things are moving along. I'm up to 5,011 words.

I'm slightly uncomfortable with doing this, but here's a small taste of what's going on right now:
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The man surveys the inside of the room from the doorway. His presence block’s Alex’s view of its contents, but Alex already knows what is inside the room. He put the poor soul there himself.
“Fehler,” the man says, voicing the name of the person inside the room.
The response is fevered and nervous. “Xer,” Alex hears Fehler say, “I – listen, let me explain.”
“There is no explanation necessary,” the man – Xer – says. “The act has been committed; the consequences must be faced.”
“No, no!” Fehler exclaims. “There was no act. It wasn’t my fault! Circumstances, Xer! Circumstances beyond my control!”
Alex can see Xer draw a large volume of air into his lungs. He drops his cigarette to the floor and carefully places the heel of his boot on top of it. He smothers the flame but does not twist the butt into the concrete. “Listen to me well, Fehler, “ Xer says, “because this is the last thing you will ever hear. There is nothing in this world that is beyond our control. Do you understand? Nothing.” Xer’s voice is coarse and low. “We create our own circumstances by which we live and die, Fehler.”
Xer pauses and looks back, directly at Alex.
“You should have created better circumstances for yourself.”
With that, Xer, steps inside the room and closes the door behind him. The sound of the closing door bounces off the walls and the ceiling all around Alex. Then there is silence. Alex leans against one wall of the hallway and sinks to the floor, crossing his legs over one another.